Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the prairie are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was there that I attended "The Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, the airy walls.
The folk looked lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of I've had my fill,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

ain't nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."